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A first repeat of this hot caning story by your host, Rod Cayenne. All the characters are aged 18 or over. Strictly adults only!
It had been a long and tiresome day for heating and ventilation engineer Dave. Call after call, and hassle from the office. Now, as he drew up the works van on his gritty gravel drive, he knew he had to complete the paperwork for all the site visits, before he forgot all the details. How he hated filling in the multi-part carbon forms, ticking the boxes and recording comments. A decent firm would have issued him with a laptop, or a tablet computer, but, oh no, he had to scratch away at the forms on a vinyl clipboard using a company-branded ballpoint pen. All in that dreadful corporate green colour. And the mobile phone he had been issued was real turn-of-century stuff, well not quite, but definitely dumb rather than smart. Still, it was good to be home after a tiring day.
Up in his bedroom, Dave stared lovingly at the whipping cane stored in the wardrobe. Its lithe and slender form seemed to beckon him. The thin coating of varnish glistened in the remnants of the early April sunshine. Despite his love for the very latest technology, this relic from a bygone age was perhaps his favourite possession. He unhooked it carefully from the wardrobe’s brass hanging rail. He flexed the whippy cane and scythed it through the air, landing it in a vicious blow on his bed. Dustclouds rose and fell in the shafts of spring sunshine. He’d done this many times before. It was frustrating, for what he really wanted to do was to use that cane in anger. Oh how he would love to beat Marcus, his drunken handful of a son, with it! But it was not to be, for quite simply, he couldn’t face doing it.
Fortunately, he had a new neighbour. A mixed-race gay policeman named Vince. He was quite a picture and on this occasion had his full uniform on. He was happy to tell Dave, “Yes, I’ll do that for you. I’d enjoy doing it. It would be a pleasure.”
“Shocked? Well, you shouldn’t be. So many of us police are into crime and punishment. We have a sadistic side which rarely gets exercised in a controlled manner. We get to be thuggish, but not disciplinarians. A beating for your boy Marcus sounds ideal. And even if it turns me on a little, I promise not to take advantage. He will be thrashed, but that’s all. Promise. He’s 18 isn’t he?”
Dave nodded and Vince laughed, adding, “High time he had a good whipping then. Now, show me the cane!”
Dave climbed the stairs to his bedroom. With mixed emotions, he collected the cane. Back in the spacious lounge-diner, he handed his treasured posession to Vince, saying only, “Here it is.”
“Oh yes! I say! It’s a beauty, isn’t it?”
“Yes, I’ve always thought so.”
“The handle has a beautiful curve. Just perfect. Lovely. Obviously made by a true artisan. And it’s never been used?”
“Well, that’s a crying shame. Let’s rectify that right now. Drop your trousers and pants for me!”
“Well, you can hardly expect me to use an untested cane on your boy, can you? That wouldn’t be fair at all, now would it? No, we’ll have to try it out on you first. Just to make sure everything’s alright.”
“Well, I don’t know. I wasn’t expecting this. And my pants, too?”
“Yes, pants too. Don’t worry, I’ll go easy on you.”
“Really? Promise? Well, if you’re sure it’s really necessary?”
“Never been surer. Now, get that bottom bare. It’s the only way.”
Feeling somewhat stupid but also rather excited, Dave bent over the back of a dining chair, as instructed by Vince. It didn’t cross Dave’s mind until much later that he had been tricked into taking a beating.
Vince raised the cane and slashed it down. It caught Dave right across the middle of the arse, causing a gasp and some involuntary fidgeting. A second stroke followed through, this time bringing a yelp and causing Dave to jump up, rubbing frantically at his scorched cheeks.
“Very poor, Dave. I’m sure even young Marcus wouldn’t do that! Get back down and take your beating like a man. Right down and bottom up!”
“Don’t call me Vince! Call me Sir! The man with the cane in his hand is always Sir, is that clear?”
“Yes Sir, sorry Sir!”
“Make sure you don’t forget or it will be all the worse for you.”
The authoritarian talk was beginning to turn Dave on. Something of a masochistic urge hidden inside had been awoken. The pain of the cane strokes was now turning into a pleasant, warm glow. He thrust his bottom out ready for the next stroke.
“We’ll restart. From the beginning. Six hard strokes for you, my boy.”
History repeated itself for the first two strokes, only this time Dave didn’t dare stand up! Vince seemed to land those strokes right on top of the earlier ones. Somehow though, it was an exquisite agony that Dave felt. He felt he was in his natural place, subservient to a cruel master. Still, the third stroke was hard to take, hard to bear, hard not to cry out loudly about. And then a brace of cutting strokes caused Dave to squeal out with shock.
The final stroke crashed down, causing Dave to gasp at its intensity. But it wasn’t over! Oh no, Vince had other plans!
“And one extra for luck, I should think,” Vince announced before laying the hardest stroke yet into Dave’s soft, fleshy bottom.
“Shit!” Dave cried out.
“No shit!” exclaimed Vince before chuckling loudly and throwing the cane down on the deep pile carpet. “Now stay where you are. Sir is going to inspect his handiwork.”
Vince’s hands explored every bit of Dave’s arse. Not just the nasty weals the cane had left, but also the milky white surrounds which had escaped the rattan’s stinging caress. The hands gently stimulated the anus, before moving on to play with Dave’s thickening cock and meaty balls.
Suddenly Dave felt the wet slobbering of Vince’s tongue in his left ear. It was disgusting, but it was a turn-on all the same. Soon they were kissing passionately and heading for Dave’s bedroom. The wardrobe door was still open; the cane not returned. Dave rummaged in his bedside drawer for a condom and some lubricant. He was about to be taken by the copper, not to the station, but to the stars. It was a wild and prolonged fuck with the dark-skinned cop riding his white neighbour masterfully. Dave eventually fell asleep in his new lover’s arms. After an hour or so Vince extracted himself from Dave’s dozy embrace and slipped out of the house. Dave didn’t wake, as he was exhausted from his caning and the lovemaking. He was truly beaten.
Young Marcus almost tripped over the school cane when he returned home.
Story © MMXVII by Rod Cayenne
D I S C L A I M E R
All characters and businesses appearing in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
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Comments from the 2017 post are here.
I’m working on new stories, but in the meantime please enjoy this short tale, originally from 2017.
Thanks Rod for that warming story. I never knew this site in 2017, so glad to read it now.
Hello ringlad! Thanks for commenting and glad you enjoyed this story. You can’t beat a good, hard caning, can you?
Nice one Rod – how about a follow up on how the cop dealt with Marcus?
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Hi Barry, thanks for the feedback. It’s always been a favourite of mine. I will think about a follow-up.